You'd better be careful or I'll take you seriously. [Ross has always managed to be a giant consistent pain in the both of their asses, but Tony will always count him as one of the main antagonists that put a dent in his and Steve's relationship. The Accords. And now in the aftermath of such vivid destruction and blurred lines in the world, it seemed like they didn't even matter anymore. The UN had a lot more on their plate now than worrying about what enhanced people were doing.
Really Tony wouldn't know a lot about how often Ross was or wasn't calling him. He had an automatic protocol at this point to put him directly on hold. Had his own annoying hold music and everything. Because he would not deal with Ross' nonsense anymore unless it was a huge catastrophe and by then Tony and Steve would probably already know what was going on.
Tony's careful, as he puts both arms around Steve. Holds him. Rests his head atop Steve's, closes his eyes. Just breathes him in. He gets the sense there's so much more to say, about how fractured the two of them are. But as long as he can make it through this, they can heal together. Right now he can at least offer some physical comfort, where words feel like they just wouldn't be enough. He runs his fingers through Steve's hair, soothing it back a few times over.
And really, truly, he almost gets away with having a quiet moment. But it's him. So of course he eventually can't help himself. His mouth has to run.] I know I'm a little busted right now, but you can still lean on me. Even without the suit. [Attempting at levity to get across what he's really trying to say. He'd happily shoulder whatever burdens Steve needed help with, even the ones he'd caused- really especially those ones, because those ones were his uniquely to help deal with and heal. He can't do the healing part right now, talk not enough to satisfy. But he can't stand the thought of Steve clinging to him and holding just about everything else back.]
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Really Tony wouldn't know a lot about how often Ross was or wasn't calling him. He had an automatic protocol at this point to put him directly on hold. Had his own annoying hold music and everything. Because he would not deal with Ross' nonsense anymore unless it was a huge catastrophe and by then Tony and Steve would probably already know what was going on.
Tony's careful, as he puts both arms around Steve. Holds him. Rests his head atop Steve's, closes his eyes. Just breathes him in. He gets the sense there's so much more to say, about how fractured the two of them are. But as long as he can make it through this, they can heal together. Right now he can at least offer some physical comfort, where words feel like they just wouldn't be enough. He runs his fingers through Steve's hair, soothing it back a few times over.
And really, truly, he almost gets away with having a quiet moment. But it's him. So of course he eventually can't help himself. His mouth has to run.] I know I'm a little busted right now, but you can still lean on me. Even without the suit. [Attempting at levity to get across what he's really trying to say. He'd happily shoulder whatever burdens Steve needed help with, even the ones he'd caused- really especially those ones, because those ones were his uniquely to help deal with and heal. He can't do the healing part right now, talk not enough to satisfy. But he can't stand the thought of Steve clinging to him and holding just about everything else back.]